Regulus: I’m honestly surprised though, I thought you guys would have better defenses. Luckily my computer I personally protected against such an attack. At least someone’s files will be safe from this attack.

Hunter: Incorrect.

Regulus: What?

Hunter: Every system in the base has been hit including our own databases. Chance of recovery has been dropping rapidly. Fortunately our backups will be safe since they are separated from the citadel’s network.

Sean: Which still means a huge amount of work will be lost. Not everything we have backups of and anything we were working on when the attack hit is lost.

Jet: That’s horrible. Can’t we do anything?

Dr. Cossack: At this time no. I’m having trouble even monitoring what’s going on. Any counterattack I try is dealt with before I have time to finish.

AM: So this is another ‘exe’ adventure.

Dr. Cossack: No, because you people thought it would be a good idea to break my “DS” last time.

Jade: Well good riddance, those forms were ridiculous.

John: Come on, they couldn’t have been that bad.

Geoff: *starts laughing hysterically*

John: Something wrong?

Geoff: Noth’n Ringo.

AM: Just build a new one.

Dr. Cossack: No time. If I had the remains of the old one maybe.

Sean: Oh, here. *hands over what looks like a broken gameboy advance*

Dr. Cossack: What? You had this all the time?

Sean: I was kind of curious how it worked and I’m a bit of a packrat.

Dr. Cossack: Fine. You try and handle keeping at least one computer running while I work on getting people in.

*A few minutes later*

Dr. Cossack: Finally! I have now created the “DS2!”

AM: I can’t believe you took apart my Nintendo DS for spare parts.

Dr. Cossack: Silence. I believe I can now easily send you in with this marvelous device! *suddenly the DS2 starts sparking and Dr. Cossack drops it* Oops. *the screen is now cracked*

Regulus: I think I’d rather not use that thing.

Hunter: Agreed.

Dr. Cossack: Hmm… Okay, I will now send you in one at a time to make sure it’s safe!

AM: That doesn’t sound much better.

Dr. Cossack: Thank you for volunteering.

AM: Wait, what?

Dr. Cossack: Now don’t be so modest.

AM: But I didn’t- *Dr. Cossack hits him on the head with the DS2 and AM vanishes*

Jet: Where did he go?

Jade: Did you just kill AM?

Dr. Cossack: Nonsense it’s working exactly as planned. So who’s next?

*Meanwhile*

.AM: Ugh… where am I?

Voice: There you are!

.AM: What? Who is that?

Voice: Me. Sean. Dustman. Now hurry up and start cleaning up this mess. There are way too many viruses here and they are way too smart to be just ‘viruses.’

.AM: Fine, whatever. I’ll just- *jumps backwards out of a way of an incoming needle-like projectile* Does everything want to kill me today? Who was that?

Sean (or rather his voice): Yeah, that and the fact that the ‘DS2’ keeps sparking and breaking down. No one really wants to volunteer at this point for receiving their ‘exe’ form. Also pay attention.

.AM: Huh? Oh. *opens fire and blows up another Twilight Guardian* Seriously, you can’t handle this without needing us?

Sean: Look, you guys were sent to the least dangerous area on purpose. Just hold until everyone gets there.

.Geoff: Whatever, vac head.

*Suddenly Ring appears*

.John: Okay, everyone ready to- What? What kind of sick joke is this!

*Suddenly BB appears*

.Jet: Huh, this isn’t so bad after all.

.John: God damn it. Can’t I switch forms with Jet?

.Geoff: Nope. Sorry, mam.

.John: I hate this so much.

*Eventually everyone is in*

.Sean: Okay, one sec. *beams in as well* This would be so much faster if we didn’t have to pin some people down for it.

.Regulus: You have to agree, these forms are horrible. I mean how do you strike fear into someone like this?

.AM: Let’s just get this over with. Those weak viruses that they kept sending were too easy.

*Meanwhile, further ahead*

Daemon: It was perfect to find each other. Together we can erase everything and bring perfect order.

Morganna Mode Gone: Personally I’m fine with just a purpose.

Deathmon: I personally am rather favorable to deleting all this data.

Sanukiman.exe: Who cares? This is finally a chance to prove my power. My noodles are so much better than that ‘Ramen’ crap. Ain’t that right, boss?

??1: …

Sanukiman.exe: Overwhelmed by excellence, I see. Maybe his buddy is of different opinion.

??2: …

Sanukiman.exe: Two very satisfied customers, I take it.

Daemon: Why are we dealing with this disgrace? There must be net navis more suited for the job.

Deathmon: Not everyone here is a suicide bomber.

Daemon: I bring perfect order.

??1: Silence. We brought you back for a purpose. It was not easy to resurrect two long dead programs to give them purpose and life once more.

Morganna Mode Gone: A task, we thank you for.

??1: Nor was it easy to find a digital life form who would perfect our erasing ability or a net navi with such a desire to prove its power.

Sanukiman.exe: I’ll show Capcom how much I deserved to be in games.

Deathmon: So what are we here for anyways?

??2: Di-ˈstrək-shən.

??1: Please forgive my partner’s speech. He has received a few glitches over time. We want you to destroy the Comrades or at the very least keep them busy. While we do some necessary work. When we’re ready, flee the system except for you Daemon. You know what to do.

Daemon: The word is cron.

??2: Kə-ˈrekt.

??1: Now go.

*The group leaves*

??1: It is good that we found each other, brother. After spending so much time alone and lost on the net, we’ll have a chance to rise again. Black Lotus has resurrected us so we can finally have our-

??2: Ri-ˈvenj ˈȯn ˈkä-ˌsak ˈkäm-ˌrads

??1: Exactly. They betrayed me and abandoned you. I managed to find another form and take it. You however were left to fend for yourself though you certainly contained the skill and power to do so. However time was not kind to us. Both of us were near dead and forgotten. I was falling apart, my new form slowly rejecting me. You had been damaged by viruses and slowly dying. Black Lotus came and fixed that. They reformatted me and gave me a form that was more similar to my original and made me stable. They taught you to absorb viruses and fix that damaged code. It’s time to end the CC.

??2: ˈA-nə-ˌmā Mas-tər wəl ˈfȯl ˈfərst

??1: At the very least he will suffer most. Those less related to the events that occurred and those who weren’t around then shall pass quickly. They are guilty by association even if they’re hands are not stained red. They allow the traitors to live and that is enough.

*Now back to the CC*

.Geoff: Bah, so these ain’t so tough.

.Hunter: I calculate that we will have the system cleared within an hour.

.Regulus: I can’t believe these things were causing a problem.

.Jet: They seem pretty to easy to remove now.

.Sean: I have a few theories why we’re taking them down so easily. One is-

Deathmon: Explosion Eye! *fires a beam of energy out of his eye*

.Sean: *hit and knocked down* Ouch.

Morganna Mode Gone: That there are more powerful beings here?
*Daemon and Sanukiman.exe appear behind her*

.Sean: Sure lets go with that.

.AM: There is only four of them. We can double team them easily.

Daemon: Oh really? *begins glowing and touches the ground. Tendrils of light hit all of the CC*

.CC: *being held down by the energy* M-m-my l-lady.

Morganna Mode Gone: What are you doing to them?

Daemon: Infecting them. All things bow to the Monarch of Perfect Order.

Morganna Mode Gone: No, you can’t! *attacks Daemon* If you
defeat them this easily my purpose will be lost!

Dr. Cossack: I can’t believe you! Not only did you not catch them, but you let them wipe out are entire system! We lost our database! We lost all our files! I lost my research! *continues on a rant*

AM: Look, we were a little outnumbered.

Sean: Plus, I think I can recover most of it. I don’t think everything could have been permanently deleted. There is always a way of bring it back… well usually.

John: Usually?

Sean: Quiet.

Dr. Cossack: The only benefit to this whole ordeal is the creation of my DS2! *raises the device triumphantly and it starts sparking and smoking. Suddenly sprinklers go off in the entire citadel*

CC: …

Dr. Cossack: …

AM: *whispering* Back away slowly.

Dr. Cossack: WHY?crorqexclamation.gif!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Meanwhile inside another computer system*

??1: Sanukiman, you ran away. We do not like cowards.

Sanukiman.exe: Well, there was no point in staying around. I mean everyone else died!

??1: Loyalty is rewarded and sought. Not cowardice and betrayal. Do you wish to know what happens to those who disappoint us?

Sanukiman.exe: N-no. Don’t worry, I can fix this.

??1: I don’t believe in second chances. Why don’t you tell him what he receives, brother?

??2: ˈDeth

Sanukiman.exe: Get away from me! Why can’t I log out? You can’t get away with th-

*looking at a computer screen*

Yin: Rather violent.

Yang: Yes, but then we did design them with such a purpose. Throughout the reconstruction we did nothing but focus their rage. They are motivated by hatred.

Yin: Fortunately they managed to keep their ability to reason though. They succeeded quite well in gathering agents to help with the attack. Including recovering long deleted programs . They even managed to get almost every file the Cossack’s Comrades had stored on their computers.

Yang: True.

??1: All loose ends have been removed, masters.

??2: ˈMi-shən kəm-ˈplēt

Yin: Good work. I believe we shall start with this ‘Project: Stonehenge’ that you found. It seems quite interesting.

Yang: And rather frugal as well. These designs are efficient yet will cost mere pennies to complete. People can be rather ingenious when their back is against the wall.

Yin: This idea of getting our own net navis has ended quite well. I believe that you shall continue to exceed our expectations.

??1: We only ask for the chance of revenge. To see that team fall.

Yang: And you shall have it, Shadowy and Err. You shall have your revenge.

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